New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... back. We stepped into our dorm and saw Mikey chasing Boing around the floor. Mumble was sitting on the dresser, honking and padding around, obviously egging them on. I sat on the bed, shoved in my earbuds, and listened to The Meteors. An hour later, I got a call on my cell. Dallas. “Yeah?” I answered. “Well, hello, 18 year-old, Eris. Do you feel wrinkly?” he cutely replied. “I dunno, do I appear that old?” “Probably.” “Dallas!” I laughed at his insult (did I appear old?!). “Well, come down to the courtyard and see a sexy Dallas. Bye, Avatar.” Dallas hung up. See a sexy Dallas? There was not a chance in hell that I would miss out on that. Tao had left a while ago to see Maz--she left so pissed that I was scared she would burn the place down--so I waved to the pets and shut the door. Walking downstairs, Ophelia caught up with me in the hall and smiled. “Dallas?” she asked. “No…” She gave me an unimpressed look. “Maybe….” She could see right through me. “Okay, yes!” “See? He loves you, and he’s gonna fuck the soul out of you.” “Ophelia, no. Dallas would break me in half,” I sighed.” “Uh huh, not surprising. Well, I gotta go. Bye, have a good birthday.” She kissed my cheek then ran off to the bonus room. When I stepped foot outside, Dallas was waiting for me by the door. “Hey, you,” I smiled. He bent down and framed my face in his hands, so that his thumbs rested close to my lips and his fingers splayed back into my loose hair. A big kiss made me sigh, and that sigh made him ...

... chuckle. Dallas pulled back while saying, “Hey, Avatar. Happy birthday.” “Thank you. Now, I came to see a sexy Dallas.” “Oh, you never have to look far to see him. Come on, I gotta show you something.” Dallas claimed my hand and we walked to the apartments. He started a bit of conversation, “How was your first day of being 18?” “Actually, great. Verc put the work Tao and I created in a YAC, uh, all my Professors were in good moods,” I answered, playfully squeezing his hand. “Oh, my Professors were never in good moods. Eh.” “That’s because they had you in their classes.” Dallas shot me a look but I kept a big grin on. “You’re so mean to me. Anyway, you ever had bacon dip before?” he asked. “Uh, no. What is that?” “What you and I are gonna be eating for dinner.” “May I ask what’s in it?” I was kicking a rock back and forth as we walked but Dallas stole it. (I figured it had to be a dip, with bacon in it.) “No. Your tastebuds will have orgasms. And, since you also have a winter birthday, I will make you a Chocolate Serial Killer.” “What in the fuck is that?” “Something you’ll really like. Don’t worry, I got this and I got you.” Dallas kissed me and I scrunched up my nose. “Good because I’m really dying for some food. And, chocolate sounds like a great friend.” Dallas shook his head as we entered the front door. I could even smell something delicious, something that would taste like heaven. Bacon dip and a Chocolate Serial Killer might be the only things I need in life. Dallas had ...